Chief Oda won't complain

That night, Hattori and I stayed in the teachers' office until after school.

Hattori's name is Hattori Zenzo, who teaches Japanese history. He is a person with hair covering his eyes. I often wonder whether he has eye diseases.

But in fact, Hattori has never shown any visual problems. Instead, he confessed to me privately in the afternoon that he suffered from severe hemorrhoids.

He told me this because he wanted me to push his suppositories after school.

Even though I have always believed that actively helping colleagues is a necessary workplace norm, I can't help but shrink from this issue.

But Hattori said to me: "Please, Oda, I kept my hemorrhoids from my family. You are the only one in the academy who can help me keep the secret."

I'm not very clear why Hattori decided on me, but Mr. Immortal Kawa Miniya, who teaches mathematics, is also an upright person who will strictly keep secrets.

But in this matter, I don't seem to be suitable to recommend Undead River to Hattori.

After all, being trusted by Hattori means helping push suppositories.

I had no choice but to struggle to my death: "Hattori, listen to me, if you have hemorrhoids, it's better to go to the hospital to have them cut off."

After listening to my advice, Hattori just lowered his head and remained silent, as if he had many things to hide.There is sadness in the air.

When things got to this point, it was hard for me to shirk, so I had to bite the bullet and agree.

Therefore, before the agreed time came, an outsider suddenly broke in, and I felt grateful from the bottom of my heart.

The intruder was a strange girl. She broke through the window with a loud noise, and when she appeared, she carried a dust cloud of broken glass.

I hid in time, but Hattori, who was climbing onto the table and was about to take off his pants, was unfortunately injured, with a long wound pierced by broken glass on his face.

"Ah, this..." The girl got up suddenly, obviously stunned by the scene in the room, she was tongue-tied, the expression on her face changed, and finally she calmed down and took out a bottle of medicine from her pocket.

"Sorry, I didn't expect Uncle Odasaku in this world to... sorry to bother you, please accept this bottle of special wound medicine, it won't leave scars." She handed the medicine to Hattori as she spoke.

I don't quite know what the girl's half-spoken sentence means. I'm a little concerned and want to ask, but Hattori is more anxious than I am.

He shook the medicine bottle and asked, "How effective is this special medicine? Can other injuries be treated as well?"

The girl didn't understand Hattori's subtext at all, but she replied confidently: "Of course, no matter where the injury is, it will be healed soon. This is the best medicine I have collected in several worlds."

"Really? You have to be responsible for talking big." Hattori put on a look of disbelief, but his knuckles holding the medicine bottle had already started to turn white.

The girl frowned and said, "The purpose of me taking out such a good medicine is to prove myself. You don't even have supernatural powers in this world, and there is no such good medicine at all. Don't you know after just using it?"

I see……

The wound on Hattori's face hadn't stopped bleeding, just to verify the efficacy of the medicine.Don't know how miraculous the medicine in another world will be?

Although I thought so, I didn't immediately believe in the girl.Because before this, I had never heard of a different world in my life. On the contrary, I had heard people talking about aliens and ufos, and I had also watched science fiction movies about alien monsters invading the earth.

If the girl claimed to be an alien visitor, I might have a little more conception.

But at this time, I paid more attention to Hattori: He is so anxious, will he take off his pants to test the medicine?

Fortunately, Hattori held back, he slowly climbed down from the table, tightened his belt, walked to the wall in a strange posture, half leaned against the wall, took some medicine and rubbed it on his face.

The girl looked at him with a complicated look the whole time, paying special attention to his lower body, and then looked at me with the same complicated look, paying special attention to my face.

Did I get curry on my face?

"It's actually true!" Hattori suddenly howled excitedly.I was kind of intimidated.But no one should have noticed that I was frightened.

Hattori wiped the blood off his face vigorously with his sleeve, and showed me a smooth face with no wounds at all.

I began to think about the possibility that Hattori was not injured in the first place, maybe this was an ingenious drama performance.

The girl stopped talking for a while, and finally she couldn't hold back, and said to Hattori: "Uncle, this whole bottle of medicine is given to you, you can keep it and take it slowly. Don't worry, the intestines of the human body can also be used. "

It's amazing, can you see that Hattori has hemorrhoids at a glance?

The girl looked at me again: "Also, Uncle Odasaku, some things need to be done in moderation... Anyway, I wish you happiness."

I said, "Well, I wish you happiness too."

Although I didn't understand it at all, I knew it was polite to return my blessing.

"Hey, why didn't I know that you can hear such exciting things when you visit the campus at night?" A familiar voice appeared at the door of the office.

It was Sakata Ginpachi, who said goodbye to me and left after school, and now returned to the school for some reason.I naturally greeted him and asked him if he forgot something when he came back?

"Yeah, I came back to get the "jump" that I forgot, but "jump" is not important now."

Sakata waved his hands and looked the girl up and down suspiciously: "Hey, you are not a student of our school, are you? Show me clearly, we don't have any teachers here who mess with men and men, you are actually sent by the next door to tarnish our reputation Bar?"

Sakata seemed to be speaking for me.But I don't understand a little bit, what do you mean by messing with men and men?

The girl understood immediately, and shook her head seriously: "No, I came here to ask for help, and there is absolutely no malice in it."

She took out a book and put it on the table, and said: "The specific things are very complicated to explain, and it will be easier for you to understand after reading the "story". "

"Reading?" I visually measured the thickness of the book.

"Yes, this "story" is not fiction, but the reality of another world. "

The girl explained, and then took out a USB flash drive: "I also saved an electronic version, which can be projected with a projector so that more people can see it. I ask everyone to help find a way."

Sakata agreed, and the three of us went to the classroom with the projector.As for Hattori, he stayed in the office alone with the medicine in his hand, saying he would be there later.

I knew what he was going to do, so I carefully drew the curtains over the broken window, hoping no one else would break in.

Halfway we met Dazai, who was lying on the railing of the corridor in a very dangerous movement, and waved to me happily when he saw me.

At this time, as long as someone pushes him a little bit, he will fall down.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm thinking about why today's moon is so curved and thin. Although I know astronomy, I want to understand it from a more philosophical perspective."

"How is it?"

Dazai tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Once you mention a sharp arc, it is easy to think of a knife that hurts people, right? So maybe the crescent moon can also kill people. If I can take off the moon, I will You can try it on your own neck."

At this time, Sakata and the girl suddenly became very understanding. They didn't give me a chance to speak at all, and they grabbed my hand one by one and dragged me away.

Sakata said loudly: "Ah, it suddenly feels so cold in the corridor, let's hurry into the classroom to warm up."

The girl also echoed: "Yes, yes, don't waste your time in strange places."

But I think it's really weird what girls want us to do.

But tomorrow is a rest day, and I don't have any important things to do, so let's cooperate for now.

Dazai stared at us thoughtfully, jumped off the railing and chased after us: "Mexi, excuse me, what are you going to do interestingly? Why don't you count me in—"

The girl didn't object, she tacitly accepted Dazai's joining.

After entering the classroom and adjusting the projector, the girl did not start playing "Story" immediately, but asked if we could call Ango Sakaguchi.

I don't think it's wise to call the Disciplinary Committee Chairman at this time.Although we all showed enough calmness, it is actually not legal to use the school's multimedia equipment privately after school.

Then I thought about the broken windows in the office.I don't know whether it is better to report it to the logistics department, or to repair it privately.

"Don't call me, I'm already here." An Wu walked over with a straight face.When did he come?

"I saw bright lights here from afar, and I was still wondering who violated the school rules so blatantly. Dazai-kun, are you doing something wrong?" Ango glared at Dazai.

Dazai showed an exaggerated expression of grievance: "It's too much, Professor Glasses, to frame a good person without evidence, but I still treat you as a friend, so heartbroken."

Then his expression changed, and he raised his phone and smiled triumphantly: "Fortunately, I expected it earlier, so I called Shanyi here. I have to let him take a good look at it. What kind of personality does his respected Senior Ango have?" The ugly true face? Use power to oppress people."

A crossroads symbol appeared on Ango's forehead.

I looked out the window, and it didn't take long before I saw my wife Shanyi with bright yellow hair. He had already walked to the gate of the academy, but he hesitated as if he wanted to turn around and leave.

There are four students beside him, Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Zuihei, Shinpachi Shimura and Kagura.

They happened to be students whose names I could name.Among them, my wife Zenitsu, Kamado Tanjiro, and Zuihei Inosuke are in the same class, and I teach Mandarin, while Shimura Shinpachi and Kagura are in the third-year high school group Z, and Sakata Ginpachi is in charge of the class.

The four students worked together to catch my wife Shanyi who was trying to escape, and dragged him to the classroom.

It seems that the school reunion tonight is very lively.

Sure enough, after the students came, they all said that they forgot something in the classroom.But since I happened to catch up with an interesting book club, I was not in a hurry to finish my things and leave, hoping to participate.

The girl expressed her great welcome and warmly called everyone to sit down.She set up the projector, turned off the overhead light that interfered with the projection effect, and briefly introduced: "I am Xingyue, and I come from another world to ask everyone to work together to help me find a solution. Then the book club will start now!"

As a result, she herself classified this matter as a study club.

I didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but after reading the first few sentences while looking at the curtain, I suddenly felt restless, as if a cold current poured in from the top of my head, flowed down my back and all the way to the soles of my feet, irritating the roots of my hair root up.

I never expected that this "story" was actually written by No.1 with me as the protagonist.

It was written that one night at eleven o'clock, I walked into a bar, met Dazai unexpectedly, and started a chat among friends.

That was never me, but that seemed to be me.

I am sure that I have never done such a thing, but there seems to be an invisible blade hidden between the lines, cutting me open piece by piece, and spreading my thoughts in front of everyone.

It seems that the mind reader used me as a blueprint to create and deduce an extremely real fictional story.

Everyone stopped to look at me as they read.I was sitting in the back, so everyone was leaning sideways and twisting their necks.

The dim light of the projector made everyone's expressions blurred, and the atmosphere was solemn and weird, which reminded me of similar scenes in horror movies.

In horror movies, the protagonist can scream and run away.

But in reality, I could only sit firmly in my original position, staring back at everyone one by one with a blank face.

At the same time, I wondered why on earth I was experiencing such weird things.